Jim stared at her. "You... you have a..."
"Yes, Jim. I have a long. Hard. Throbbing. Dick. Just one of the perks of working here."
"And you want me to let you fuck me with it."
"Oh, Jim, you make it sound like you have a choice." He tried to run, but it was as if his feet were stuck to the floor. "Look at it, Jim. One of the cocks that make our wonderful sauce, covered in a condom so tough as to be indestructible, yet so thin that we'll feel every contour of each other's bodies. The reservoir tip leads to a pocket dimension, so I can cum and cum and cum, for hours if you're good enough. And if you are that good, I'll let you have some sauce on the house afterwards, straight from the tap."
Jim had been utterly focused on her words. When she finished speaking, he realized that his body had been moving on its own. Hs pants were down around his ankles; he probably couldn't run very far even if he wanted to. He shook his head. If he could move his legs. He couldn't get very far, even if he could move his legs. Right. He definitely didn't want this. His face was flushed and his breathing was ragged because he was panicking about being fucked up the ass by a goddess incarnate. No, wait, a woman in a sailor outfit who was lubing up her dick. He was panicking, because she was going to fuck him up the ass, and he didn't want that. Yes. That was why his heart was pounding and his cock was—
Dammit, little Jim, he thought, have you no sense?
He got shaken out of his reverie again, this time by the feel of a delicate pair of hands on his ass. "Open wide," she said in a sing-song voice, spreading his cheeks apart. He could just feel her cock at his entrance—no, his exit! Exit only!—when suddenly...
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